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by Scott Cole Jun 16, 2015 category : Life, society / meaning of life
I am a Piece of Mire Clay Oh Jesus take your hands, Mold me and shape me Into a good loving man. Give me your true love Give me your pure blood, For without either the two I would still be like mud. For you are the Great Potter So sculpt me as you feel like, Carve your name on my heart And bring my inner soul alive. Show me what it feels like To touch your healing hands, So hold me and craddle me Make me a good loving man. Roll me between your fingers And streatch me out to form, For you are the Master of all And I am of your dust storm. You will give me a purpose And you will give me a reason, When you are finished with me Then it will be my growing season. I know I'll be another Masterpiece But I want be made out of plaster, Nor of mud or clay or even of dust But of LOVE; like God my Master.